Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 263 - 263 259 Not a Match at All!

263: Chapter 259: Not a Match at All!

263: Chapter 259: Not a Match at All!

Ye Fan drove to Jade Belt Road and could clearly see that this road was relatively deserted, with no residential communities around.

He parked the car in front of the rusty iron gate of the old Red Star Shoe Factory and got out of the car, looking up at the gate of the dilapidated factory.

The factory was obviously a remnant of the collective economic era and must have closed down due to poor benefits, but it was unknown when it had closed down and why it had not been restructured yet.

The iron gate was not completely closed, opened enough in the middle for two people to walk through side by side, some dim light filtering out through the gap, but there was no sound of people inside.

The entire dilapidated factory was eerily silent, the rusty iron gate giving off the sensation of a gateway to hell at the end of the road.

Suddenly, Ye Fan felt his heart twitch, a slight sense of crisis welling up inside him.

However, Ye Fan did not back down.

He walked past the rusty iron gate and did not directly go through the gap but instead used his palms to fully push open the heavy iron gates.

As the gates fully opened, a view of a desolate and rundown scene inside came into sight—it seemed as though nobody had been inside for a long time.

The only indication that someone had been there were two not-so-dim sources of white light placed inside the factory.

Of course, the factory could not be seen in its entirety at a glance; old building corners obstructed a lot of the view.

“What tricks is Liu Tianxi playing?”

Ye Fan scoffed coldly, stepping boldly through the gate.

Upon entering the factory, the first thing he came to was a small playground with a cement floor riddled with cracks and overgrown with weeds.

Then, at the end of the small playground, the view was further blocked by a dilapidated small building.

Ye Fan, unfazed and fearless, continued inside, turning around the decrepit building to a larger, overgrown cargo area.

Of course, there were no goods in the area, only some rusty steel pipe racks that had been trampled down.

His gaze swept across the entire cargo area, and it was empty, without even the sound of insects, terribly silent, and he could already see a surrounding wall two people high at the end, with utterly ruined old workshops on both sides.

Walking to the center of the abandoned cargo area, just as he thought he had been played by Liu Tianxi, suddenly, a strong sense of murderous intent came from behind.

Ye Fan’s heart raced, and he quickly turned around, assuming a defensive posture.

Looking in the direction from where the murderous intent emanated, he saw a middle-aged man of average height walk out from behind the decrepit building, his gaze fixed on him like a jackal or wolf.

“Who are you!” Ye Fan, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, had all his pores stand on end, and even his hair exploded outward as if electrified.

From the middle-aged man, he sensed an unprecedented immense crisis.

The man was not only a master of ancient martial arts but also much stronger than him.

Dong Ziqi stood with his feet apart, his figure as imposing as a mountain, a powerful aura emanating from him, his gaze sharp as he stared at Ye Fan and said solemnly, “It’s a pity, a genius who has yet to make his mark will perish tonight.”

“Who exactly are you?

You’re clearly a master of ‘Inner Strength’; wouldn’t you even dare to reveal your name?” Ye Fan asked coldly.

Dong Ziqi shook his head slightly, “I cannot tell you my name.”

“Not daring to reveal your own name; you must feel guilty, disdaining the deeds of being a henchman in the dregs of society, right?” Ye Fan said.

Dong Ziqi replied, “You needn’t use psychological tactics on me.

What do the bandits of Huaxia have to do with me?”

“You’re probably here for the money, right?

We are both practitioners of ancient martial arts; why not form a good bond?

I’m willing to pay double what the Qinglang Association is offering you,” Ye Fan said.

“A warrior values his promises,” Dong Ziqi replied.

“Having accepted money from the Qinglang Association, how could I change my mind just because you offer more?”

“Then we must fight to the death!” Ye Fan said coldly, assuming a combat stance, his aura spreading out.

“It’s you who will die, not me!” Dong Ziqi declared confidently.

“You make the first move; otherwise, once I make a move, you’ll have no chance!”

Knowing his own abilities were far inferior, Ye Fan did not hesitate.

Suddenly, his stature shifted, and with a series of popping sounds from his joints, his large frame abruptly shrank by a third, his abdomen drawn in, back hunched, legs half bent, toes semi-raised as if barely touching the ground, hands withdrawn in front of his chest, the whole person resembling a divine monkey.

Ye Fan had used the Monkey Form technique and was maneuvering around Dong Ziqi with incredible agility, staying four to five meters away while looking for an opportunity.

“What a Monkey Form technique!” Dong Ziqi couldn’t help but praise.

Although Ye Fan had managed to move behind him, Dong Ziqi, relying on his profound skills, remained unafraid, maintaining his initial stance.

Of course, he didn’t dare to be completely careless either, as he secretly circulated his Inner Strength, causing his clothes to billow like a bellows, emitting a rustling sound.

Although Dong Ziqi did not turn to follow Ye Fan’s monkey-like movements, he was actually observing in all directions, listening intently, and sensing Ye Fan’s every move through the air flow against his skin.

Ye Fan circled around Dong Ziqi twice and suddenly bellowed, like a thunderclap, and lunged forward in a Tiger Form.

As he lunged, his previously contracted stature swiftly expanded, becoming majestic and powerful like a fierce tiger.

His arms spread wide, his lungs vibrated with his breathing, and with the stretching sounds of his bones and muscles throughout his body, a roaring sound, resembling that of a tiger, emitted from Ye Fan.

Roar—

Dong Ziqi felt as though a tiger hidden in the mountains was suddenly pouncing from behind him, causing his face to change color.

He hadn’t expected Ye Fan, though weaker in skill, to have such a profound mastery of Xingyi Boxing.

However, his reaction was incredibly fast.

He instantly turned around to face Ye Fan head-on.

Dong Ziqi straightened his neck and raised his head!

He slightly opened his hands and raised his right leg, stepping forward.

His whole body seemed to soar through the air, sweeping forward.

In the moment of his lunge, his fists instantly turned into crane beaks, twisting inward, spiraling with a vigorous wind assaulting the face.

He seemed like a giant fairy crane, striking head-on with one crane beak tucked close to his own throat, ready but unlaunched both in defense and waiting for an opportunity.

The other crane beak struck out directly at Ye Fan’s throat.

As Dong Ziqi exerted force, his whole body vibrated, his chest and lungs moved, he exhaled with force, naturally forming a long crane’s cry.

Yong Chun Fist, White Crane Formation!

Ye Fan felt, even from two to three meters away, a conical wind striking his face, causing his skin to painfully sting and his eyes nearly unable to stay open.

Ye Fan was greatly shocked by Dong Ziqi’s profound strength.

In response, he quickly switched to Eagle Form, his fingers bending into claws, striking fiercely towards Dong Ziqi’s crane beak.

He seemed like an eagle diving sharply from high above, incredibly fast.

His eagle claws tore through the air, hissing, and together produced a piercing, loud eagle’s screech by his ears.

Eagle against crane would usually have the advantage.

However—

With a loud “Bang!” Ye Fan managed to grasp Dong Ziqi’s crane beak with his eagle claw, but the opponent loosened his five fingers and then spread them out.

Ye Fan felt an overwhelming force, unable to hold on, it nearly fractured his fingers.

Ye Fan was frightened and hurriedly let go, but Dong Ziqi immediately seized the opportunity.

His five fingers shaped into a crane beak, aiming to pierce through the palm of Ye Fan’s hand.

Even though he hadn’t actually pierced the palm, the swirling conical force already caused Ye Fan intense pain like he was being stabbed with needles, and his right hand was on the verge of being disabled.

In desperation, Ye Fan couldn’t bother with tactics.

He could only clench his fist and while retracting his hand, he swiftly leaped back, using the “Monkey Poking Beehive” technique.

Bang!

A loud noise, the air vibrated, and the wind surged.

Ye Fan felt as though his fist was about to be pierced and a tremendous force transmitted through it, flinging his body back seven or eight meters.

Scraping sounds followed…

Ye Fan stepped back five or six steps before barely stabilizing his stance, leaving six deep footprints in the concrete surface.

His right arm numb, his right hand dripping blood, his chest churned with turmoil of Qi-Blood, Ye Fan only saw darkness and stars before his eyes.

Fortunately, Dong Ziqi did not immediately take advantage of the situation to follow up with an attack, which allowed Ye Fan to swiftly suppress the tumultuous Qi-Blood and reassume a defensive posture.

In a single exchange, Ye Fan was nearly defeated.